by Lauren Pirie-Scott
Is love blind or is it ignorant,
And is ignorance really bliss?
A veil distorts the vision,
The barrier between a kiss.
Smothered and suffocated,
by chiffon, silk and cloth,
tiny holes left to breathe,
regards to the moth.
Cobwebs and spiders,
Infest the house that they own,
Together forever,
Yet forever alone.